lust always wins,

laughs at the skin

left in its wanting

teeth bared from

the skeleton...

09.29.2023

does lust always win? challenge @BurialandUtopia

Have you ever thought you loved someone, and then after it ends, you realize that it was just some twisted form of lust?

I realized that after my last relationship.

I constantly craved his touch, even just hugs and holding my hand.

We never... well, you know-

And I realized that maybe that was all he wanted.

And that's why he ended it.

But I feel stupid saying that I really believed it when he said he loved me.

He told me everyday, right before, or after, he kissed me.

Sometimes both.

And when we texted into the late hours of the night, I really thought it was jut out of convenience.

Because you see, I'm that one girl that never believes anyone could possibly desire her, at least not in that way.

I push people away without even realizing the possibilities of the relationship.

I limit myself without even realizing I'm doing so.

So to answer the question being asked, no, I don't think that lust always wins.

But in my experience, it doesn't just go away.

Lust is the reason why so many people get hurt, or do stupid things, and I don't want to hurt forever.

I don't want to be stuck on him forever just because I wanted him at one point in time.

lust is the tragic fall for the femme fatale,

the eventual betrayal in the second act

a catalyst for the third act: lust’s downfall

lust is arrogant - he thinks can’t get caught

but guilt is a knife held at the throat of love’s enemy

scared silent, possessing nothing but a dirty secret

his promises turn out to be false, he chose infidelity

the twist is: he was always a hypocrite

lust, the double agent, wins the battle not the war

lust doesn’t hold on, it’s a fleeting feeling

the amateur action hero is naive to trust her

instead of me, he chose cheating

for both him and me, lust is a lose-lose

he made our story a tragedy

she takes him into the abyss, too

not before she strips him of dignity

the way he deserves

lust has a natural allure, a beauty she cannot control

he was the one who wronged me, not her

in his forbidden fantasy, she’s just playing her role

this “other woman” will not bear the burden of his faulty judgment

his breaking of promises, his childish actions

for her, I hold no resentment

she is a woman like me, and there is justice for neither of us

but this is not the end of life

he’ll get his karma and I’ll get mine

I have to believe that

God beats the devil every time

Upon the hill a primal cry

Answered by icy steel

A battle rages on

For land and love and riches

Under blood red dawn

The army rages down

Their leader hungry

And not without advantage

They meet the enemy

An army half the size

Rocks within the valley

Their leader fierce and wise

To his face the other bellows

Gloating in the easy victory

Bewitched by lust for more

In response the other laughs

The small army in the valley

Triples in size

Blinded by desire

The other suspected nothing

Hotheaded hunger

Bested by cool calculation

One by one

The army was slayed

As the bloodthirsty roar

Quivered to shock and terror

As his army was slaughtered

The leader let out a scream

From a place of scalding rage

And drew his sword

Craving death and blood

Of the other who simply stood

And as the sword came down

The other simply smiled

And blinded by lust and rage

The furious leader never saw

The soldier from behind

Who sliced that roaring head

Clean from muscled shoulders

I’d like to say

it was her mind, first,

but you told me that lies

are slips into sin.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot

(a lot a lot),

and I think it might even be better

if I could say

it was her hair, or her lips,

or her curves (please

pardon me Father Johnson),

because beauty is good,

from the hand of God,

and is admiring art sin?

But the truth is, Father…

this is very hard…

but the truth is, Father,

mind was third and body second,

because as she stood next

to me at the party in that

tight red sweater,

the first thing that got me was

the perfect knot she tied into that

cherry stem with her tongue.

Does lust always win? I guess it depends on what, "Win" means. If lust's victory means a person gives in to temptation, I think most people, if they're honest (and giving in to said lust is between consenting adults and no one gets hurt), want to lose. So, lust may not be undefeated, but I bet its winning percentage sits around 85%. Of course, lust can be found at the center of just about every human aspiration there is. Lust for money, lust for fame, lust for material possessions, sexual lust, and many other lust worthy desires can all be sated in benign or malignant ways. So, like so many aspects of human nature, lust is a two edged sword.

As a malignancy, giving in to lust can be deadly. The lust for power may create dictators who engage in genocide or murder to keep their power. The lust for money can lead to unethical if not totally illegal actions that can harm a lot of people. The lust for fame could lead someone to date a Kardashian, which could lead to fame, but it's more likely to lead you to a free clinic for some very strong antibiotics. The lust for material possessions can drive some people into bankruptcy. Sexual lust can be violent or life changing for families and relationships. Lust sated by sexual abuse of any kind is devastating and deserving of severe punishment. Lust given to in a noncriminal, but still harmful way can result in teen pregnancy, infidelity, and STDs. In this case, giving in to lust's temptation is more a matter of thinking with the fun bits than the brain. It is very preventable, but people get really stupid when sex is involved. Apparently, human genitalia has an IQ of 0.

Lust can be a great motivator and fuel for ambition. I will use myself as an example here. Growing up with a very noticeable disability made me a target for cruelty. I was picked on by a step-parent who told me all I was going to be was a burden on the tax payer as an adult. He felt I would never be able to take care of myself. Kids on the playground stuffed physical disability and intellectual disability into one cruel and ignorant package. I was often called, "Special ed" and other things that are now highly offensive to anyone with an intellectual disability. How did any of this result in lust? I developed a lust to prove everyone fucking WRONG! I had a job and was living in my own place by the time I was twenty. This was my, "Fuck Off and Die" to my mom's ex-husband's ignorant predictions. Being called those horrible names by kids on the playground made me see education in a new light. I would show them I may be disabled, but I would win any, "My academic record is longer and can satisfy your wife better than yours" competition Though I went to college late, I graduated Sum Cum Laude with a 4.0 grade point average at the top of the entire sociology department. That was my, "Get bent, you'll probably end up working at Walmart for your whole life, ya losers" to my elementary and high school tormenters. It doesn't matter to me that none of these people will ever know how I ended up. In the end, satiating my lust to prove them wrong was for me. I can now say, "FUCK THEM!" knowing that all that they predicted came to fuck-all-nothing. So, for me, lust was a good thing.

So, lust may be a sin with a darn good temptation success rate, but like so many other aspects of human nature, used correctly, lust can satisfy in more ways than one.

Demisexuality is... odd.

I ponder this as I watch my friend, giggly and moon--eyed traipse after some puffed-chest man into the bathroom. He's the third this week. She also has a boyfriend.

Cheating is senseless. Lust is useless.

My lips ghost the crystal cut of my glass, flickering my eyes over to a man who's trying, (and failing) to get the bartenders number from where he's bowled over the sticky countertop, subtly flexing and flashing what must be a charismatic smile.

Its odd.

Because I know what lust is. it is all around me.

Its thick in the air, and laced into the music.

Its in the messages left unopened on my social media.

Ive been told I need to meet the right person, as if it will grease the broken cogs.

But I can't see anyone as desirable if I do not desire their soul.

It's why it's so hard to date. Because I cannot-- I will not-- give my body to someone who doesn't want my bloody, pulp of a heart too. Not again.

I will not let someone kiss my scars, if they're just going to reopen them. I am disfigured enough.

So I sip my drink, and mourn every relationship I have had, not for the person, but for the flesh I laid bare to their touches.

You are stronger than your animal-self

That doesn't mean, that your beast

Should lie forever...

Castrated, bottled on the shelf

We forget what a little restraint

A little choke on the chain

Can do, to sweeten the pain...

I am an animal

And it's master

Tis the miracle of man

To be aware and capable

Of thwarting his own disaster

Our Kultur calls it virtue

To satisfy our every whim

They call it freedom

Finally! Sweet Freedom!

But are you not simply slave to a new master?

Slave to your animal

Your desire

As it froths at the mouth

Licking its chops

Bucking and bawling

Jowls shake and tremble in anticipatory

Anxiety

We all serve

The question is who, or what do you serve?

Your higher self?

Your baser instincts?

Lust can never win

For lust itself has no will

I believe in you

It is time, to begin

Few years ago back then you lashed out at whatever you liked. At the job, on the street, online, at school etc... I admit you do have good taste however, I suppressed you here or there depending on circumstance. You looked at me as if I was crazy. If it wasn't for my man ''Reason'' I may have agreed. You may not be picky, but I am. I was able to stop you then because my boy "Will" came through strong. Years have passed and you have been silent, too silent... If back then you were a flashy open blade, then now you are a tightly sheaved blade waiting to strike. As if you're amassing power to surpass the weakening seal placed upon you, and by extension my team. You have gained the things I've lost. You're waiting for an opportunity, at my weakest to attack my mind and gain control over me to become a menace. You are right to do so I cannot always be strong. There may be an opportunity sometime soon. Why am I telling you this? Well you're a part of me vice-versa how could I not accept you?